11/06/2018
Although I seem to share a lot of my joys and upsets on social media, it should come as no surprise, like most people, that I don’t share everything. .
There are things that are too deep, too personal, and frankly-too raw (that if I did indeed pick that scab today, the wound would bleed at first break)
And to be honest, there are few in my life who have earned this right- to know my innermost feelings and to be let into a place that is too dark for me to travel to on my own.
These select few have put in (some between 10-30 years of work) to get to this place. They have shown me that they care, shown me that the are kind-
and I’m not talking about the “buy a coffee for the guy in front of you” type kindness, I’m talking about the “I will rearrange my life in order for you to fit in it right now because you are broken” type kindness.
I’ve also been wrong before- I’ve let people in either too soon, or too fast- and it’s burned. I continue to be kind to myself when I think about how careless I was- but I will never let a couple “bad days” make it a “bad year”- Because the thought of letting no one in, means I live in a house alone.
And on this day, the birthday of someone who has walked with me during not only the most wonderful times in my life, but also the darkest- I say to you happy birthday and thank you.
There are ‘thank you cards’ and then there are ‘you are the reason I am who I am -because of you cards’ and the latter type cards are reserved for these people. For my family, all of them, (though the whole lot of em are a wild bunch) -I am eternally grateful.
